Page 67 of Dominant

After a few more strokes of my mouth, he pulled my head back again. “Get onto your back on the bed like you did for those two men today.”

“Yes, sir.” I walked over to the bed, obediently lying down and parting my legs. He unbuttoned his shirt and stepped out of his clothes, moving over beside me and looking down at me, running his eyes over my body and then threading his fingers into my hair.

“You’re mine,” he said in a low, smooth voice.

“Yes, Master.”

“No matter how many men fuck you, no matter how many dicks you have in your mouth, you’re mine. Do you understand that?”

“Yes, Master.”

He slapped my face, sharply, the sting surprising me. “Tell me,” he said roughly. “Say it.”

“I’m yours.”

He slapped me again. “I’m yours, what?”

“I’m yours, Master.”

“That’s right, you are.” He ran his fingers under the leather collar, gripping it and pulling it hard, lifting my head off the bed. “I’ve never put a collar on anyone before.” He released it and let me drop back down to the bed, a slow, cruel smile spreading across his face. “I like it.”

He swung a strong, muscled thigh over me, straddling me and pinning me down. “I know you’re a sweet little slut, but I want you to promise you will never fuck anybody but me unless I say so.”

“I promise,” I whispered, heartfelt.

He leaned in closer. “Never, Jordan.”

“Never, Master.”

“You’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

“You belong to me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good.” He lowered himself over me, the touch of his skin making me feel exquisitely sensitive, and brushed his lips softly over mine, kissing me tenderly, deeply - lovingly. I felt weightless, floating in his embrace. A pure, perfect moment of union. I loved him. It was all I could think. I was dying to say it, the words were right on the tip of my tongue.

I love you, Alexander.

“I will never fuck anybody but you, either,” he murmured, to my surprise. I’d never expected him to make such a promise. He was the Master of the House, after all.

“Not unless I say so?” I asked with a half smile.

“Not at all,” he answered seriously.

“But you--”

“I’ve been with other women, Jordan. But it’s never been like this. You’re mine, but I’m also yours.”

I exhaled, without even realizing I’d been holding my breath. I didn’t know what to say except the one thing, the only thing I could think of to say: I love you.

He ran one hand down the side of my body, over my thighs and between my legs, parting my pussy lips slowly and running one finger softly over the sensitive hood of my clitoris. I inhaled sharply, closing my eyes as heat swept over me at his touch.

“Look at me,” he said. “Look at me while I make you come.”

Expertly, he stroked his finger up and down over the tender bud. My chest heaved with my breath as I held his gaze, his startling, perceptive blue eyes.

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